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  So I didn’t text him.

  And he didn’t text me.

  That wasn’t a big deal. Not at all. Nope.

  “Are you okay?” Heidi asked as we walked out to the parking lot after class.

  “Yeah.” I glanced up at the thick clouds blocking the sun. “Why?”

  She nudged me with her arm. “You’ve just been really quiet all day.”

  Had I? “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

  Zoe caught up with us as we began to clear the hill. “You look like you could use a nap.”

  I laughed under my breath. “Yeah, I really could.”

  “Did Luc keep you up last night?” Heidi grinned.

  “What? No.” I’d already told them about my trip to the club yesterday. Of course, I’d left out, well, everything. When they asked if I learned anything about my mom, I’d … I’d lied, and I hated doing that. “I just couldn’t sleep. Did Emery keep you up last night?”

  “I wish,” Heidi said, and sighed.

  I was about to ask if she’d spent time with Emery last night, but Zoe stopped in front of me as we reached the entrance of the parking lot. “What in the hell?” she said.

  Curious, I stepped around her. There was a car parked in the middle of the parking lot, right where cars drove through to get out. It was a newer model. A Ford. A few people stood back from it.

  “Isn’t that … Amanda’s car?” April suddenly walked past us, her blond ponytail swaying.

  “I don’t know,” Zoe answered.

  April slid past a small group. “Yeah. That is her car and it’s running.”

  I trailed behind April, glancing at Zoe. She shrugged. Amanda hadn’t been in chem today, but if that was her car and it was running, then was she…?

  It happened so fast.

  “Oh my God.” A girl stumbled back from the car, dropping her bag just as the driver’s side came into view.

  I saw it—saw everything before I had a chance to look away, to not see what would forever be imprinted in my mind.

  Amanda was sitting in the driver’s seat, her posture rigid. At first glance I thought she was driving—I thought everything was okay—but then I saw that her head was tipped back against the seat, her long blond hair falling over her shoulders. Then I saw her face.

  Someone screamed.

  Someone grabbed my arm.

  Someone was tugging on me.

  But I saw her face through the windshield.

  I saw where her eyes should’ve been, but they were just burnt-out black sockets.

  * * *

  “How are you handling everything?” Mom asked as she picked up a lid and placed it on a pot later that night.

  I watched my Mom from where I sat on the kitchen island, my chin in my hands as she dumped popcorn kernels into a pan. Popcorn nights were kind of a tradition in our house whenever we both were home. Normally we chatted about school and watched really goofy movies, but tonight was different.

  Amanda Kelly was dead.

  She had been murdered in the same way Colleen had.

  It looked like she’d been electrocuted, but we all knew that was what it looked like when a human was killed by a Luxen using the Source. Colleen. Amanda. Both killed in the same way. Both left at the school in a very public manner, to be found.

  I shuddered.

  Police had arrived before any of us could leave the parking lot. I think we were all questioned. I had no idea if Amanda had been kept like Colleen, alive for days after she’d disappeared. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to know.

  “Evie?” Mom said softly.

  I peeked up at her. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just…” I lifted a shoulder. “I was thinking about everything.”

  Mom came around the island. “I wish you never had to see anything like that.”

  “Me too.”

  She cupped my cheek in her cool hand. “I’m sorry, hon.”

  My gaze lifted to hers, and I wanted to ask what other terrible things had she seen. She worked for the Daedalus. I knew they were responsible for things just as horrific as what had happened to Amanda and Colleen. I looked away and her hand fell to the side. “Do you … do you think a Luxen is responsible?”

  “I don’t know.” She turned, walking back around the island. She clicked the stovetop on and blue flames roared to life. “It seems to be that way.”

  “Why? I mean, why would they do something like that, knowing how people already feel about them?”

  “Why does a human kill innocent people? A lot of times we don’t have all the clues or answers. I think sometimes some people are just … evil, and I imagine it’s the same for the Luxen.” One of the kernels popped, smacking off the lid as she looked over her shoulder at me. “I just want you to be extra careful, Evie. Pay attention to your surroundings. Listen to your gut. Just like it was after the invasion.”

  Pressing my lips together, I nodded. “So you think there is, like, a serial killer Luxen?”

  Mom turned back to the stove, shaking the pan. “I don’t know what to think, but being careful and vigilant never hurts.”

  I twisted my hair in my hands and tapped my foot off the base of the island. “I wonder if the cops will figure out what it has to do with the school.”

  “I wonder the same.” As the popping slowed, Mom turned off the stove and moved the pot to one of those trivets I never used. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  Was I? I’d seen a … a dead body today. From a distance, but I’d seen enough, and my head was wrapped up in everything Luc had told me. So I guess I was okay, all things considered.

  It was killing me not to talk to my mom about everything I’d learned, and my mind raced to come up with a plausible way to bring up what Luc was and what he’d said about the Daedalus without her suspecting I’d been in contact with him.

  What did Mom know?

  “So, I was … thinking about what you told me about Dad.” I kept twisting my hair, searching for a way to broach the topic with her. “You said he was responsible for taking something from Luc. A girl, right?”

  Mom glanced up, and a long moment passed. “I never said it was a girl, Evie.”

  Oh crap. She hadn’t? I couldn’t remember. My heart thundered in my chest. “Yeah, you did. You said it was a friend. A girl.”

  “Did I?” She stared at me for a long moment and then sighed. “I don’t know the details surrounding what Jason did. I just know he did something he shouldn’t have.”

  She was lying. Anger sparked deep inside me. She was totally lying. “It had to be pretty major for you to be worried about Luc.”

  “I don’t want you to stress over what I told you about your father. Not when this terrible stuff is happening to your classmates. Okay? What your father did is in the past.”

  But it wasn’t.

  Exhaling roughly, I let go of my hair and hopped off the stool. It was time to change the subject before I blurted out things that showed I knew too much. I walked over to the counter and grabbed a large bowl. “Do you have to work this weekend?”

  “I may head in for a few hours tomorrow.” She pulled the lid off the pot, revealing fluffy white heaven. “What do you have planned?”

  I sat the bowl on the island and then grabbed the saltshaker, dumping a salt mine’s worth on the popcorn. “Nothing, really. Might take some pictures. I have a paper to work on.”

  “How about you work on the paper first and then go take pictures?”

  “That sounds too reasonable.”

  “Or stay in, especially after what happened this last week.” She switched the popcorn to the bowl as I walked to the fridge. “What movie do you want to watch tonight?”

  “I think I saw that movie about the haunted doll was available.”

  “You want to watch a horror film?” Surprise filled her tone. “Since when?”

  I raised a shoulder as I opened the door. “I don’t know. In the mood for something different.” Scanning the fridge, all I saw was a sea of blue. I frowned, cravi
ng a Coke. “There’s nothing to drink.”

  “What?” Mom laughed. “There is a whole fridge full of soda.”

  “Yeah, but I want a Coke.”

  “A Coke? You never drink Coke.”

  I shrugged again as I reached in, grabbing two bottles of water. “Do you want the spray butter?” I looked over my shoulder, finding Mom staring at me with her lips parted. “Uh, why are you looking at me like that?”

  She blinked once and then twice. “Nothing. Leave the butter where it belongs.”

  “All righty then.” I closed the door and headed toward the living room. Mom was still at the island, though, staring down at the bowl of popcorn like it held the answers to life. I set the bottles on the end table. “Is everything okay?”

  “Of course.” Lifting her chin, she picked up the bowl and smiled, but as she drew closer to me, there was a forced quality to the smile. She placed the bowl next to the water and then picked up the remote. “Haunted dolls, here we come.”

  * * *

  I was editing photos on my laptop, trying not to think about haunted dolls or what I’d seen at school today, when a soft glow of light seeped into my bedroom.

  Frowning, I looked over at the window. The curtains were drawn, but they didn’t block the light from the motion detector. I waited for the light to flip off, which it did pretty quickly whenever there was an animal like a deer in the front yard.

  The light stayed on.

  I set the laptop aside and tossed the covers off. I got out of bed and made my way over to the window, drawing the curtain back as I peered outside. There was a small roof outside my window, more like a two- or three-foot ledge, and that was where the motion detector was. It cast a bright spotlight down onto the driveway and part of the front yard. I saw nothing out there beyond the tree. Wind was moving the limbs, but that wouldn’t set the light off.

  There had to be an animal out there.

  Or a creepy-as-hell haunted doll.

  Or a psychotic, killer Luxen.

  Probably a deer.

  My phone suddenly dinged from somewhere. I let go of the curtain and went back to the bed. Didn’t see the phone anywhere. Groaning, I lifted the blanket and spied it halfway under a pillow.

  Snatching it up, I saw there was a number on the screen. My stomach dipped as I immediately forgot about the motion detector. It was Luc. I knew it was, because I hadn’t saved his number. I opened the text and my stomach tumbled even more.

  Come see me tomorrow.

  * * *

  Sometimes I wondered if I ever made good life choices. As Clyde let me into Foretoken on Saturday, that was the question I was asking myself.

  At least it wasn’t a half-naked Luc answering the door.

  Though a very bad part of me was kind of disappointed.

  Kent was waiting for me in the center of the gloomy, quiet dance floor.

  “You came back!” He clapped his hands as he strode forward.

  My steps slowed. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”

  “I try not to be too hopeful.” He threaded his arm around mine and started walking toward the back hallway. “Luc will be happy.”

  I didn’t know what to say to that.

  “And I mean, he’ll be really happy.”

  I shot him a look.

  He chuckled. “Hey, it’s a good day for us when boss man is happy.”

  “Luc is your boss?”

  “In a way,” he said, and that was all he said.

  Kent basically escorted me to Luc’s apartment, knocked on the door, and then skedaddled, disappearing back into the stairwell before Luc even answered the door.

  My heart rate was all over the place while I waited for Luc, and it had nothing to do with the walk up the stairs.

  Before I had the chance to have deep thoughts about my actions, the door opened and there he was.

  Wearing a shirt.

  That deep violet gaze flicked over me as he stepped back, holding the door open. “Come on in,” he said, running a hand over his damp hair. “Want something to drink? Eat?”

  Nervous, I shook my head and walked toward the couch. A three-wick candle burned on the end table, and it reminded me of mahogany and spice. I could feel his gaze on me as I sat on the edge of the couch and as I looked around the room.

  I couldn’t help it. I thought about what Chas had said to me, and look where I was?

  “What did Chas say to you?”

  My head swung in his direction. It took me a moment to process the question. “You’re reading my thoughts!”

  He stepped toward me. “You were practically screaming them at me.”

  I shot up from the couch. “You shouldn’t do that, Luc. Seriously.”

  “Okay. I’m sorry. My bad, but he…” His head tilted to the side. “He told you to stay away from me?”

  I threw up my hands, feeling terrible that Luc now knew what Chas had said to me. I wasn’t even sure why I felt bad about it. “Obviously you know that answer.”

  “What the hell?” he muttered, thrusting his hand through his hair.

  Crossing my arms, I stared at him. “Do you happen to know why he would say that to me?”

  He dropped his hand. “Not exactly, but I’m going to find out.”

  “I don’t think he was trying to start something—”

  “You don’t know him well enough to make that assumption.”

  “And I don’t know you well enough to know if I should’ve listened to him,” I snapped back.

  Luc was quiet for a moment. “But I think you do. You’re here. Are you regretting that?”

  “I…” How could I answer that? I sat back down. “I don’t know. Some really crazy stuff has been happening and I make bad life choices.”

  His lips twitched and the line of his jaw softened. A moment passed. “The next time someone says something like that, tell me.”

  “You think it’s going to happen again?”

  “I hope not.”

  “Well, you seemed busy, and I—”

  “Didn’t want to get Chas in trouble? And no, I’m not reading your thoughts to pick up on that.” He sighed as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and placed it on the kitchen counter. “Chas won’t be in trouble. You don’t need to worry about that. He and I will just have a chat.”

  “You really have no idea why he’d say that to me?”

  Luc was quiet for a long moment. “Do you know what I’m doing here?”

  I had a good idea of what went on here. “Uh, well, I guess you’re hiding Luxen—unregistered Luxen.”

  “I’m not just hiding them. I arrange for them to leave, to go someplace safe. The guys who were here on Saturday? Daemon and Archer? They help transfer the Luxen.”

  “So ‘the package’ is the unregistered Luxen?” I rubbed my palms over my bent knee. “Why … why are you moving them someplace safe? Does it have to do with the changes the president wants to make to the registration program?”

  “I think you know that history has proven that anytime a certain group of people has been placed in their own communities, bad things come from that.”

  History had proven that. Knots twisted up my stomach. “Do you think it will go through? Those changes?”

  “I think anything is possible when the public is being fed nothing but fear,” he said, and I thought about Colleen and Amanda. What had happened to them surely wasn’t helping how humans viewed Luxen. “We want to be prepared for if and when those changes are implemented.”

  I stopped moving my hands and clenched my knees. “How can I help?”

  Luc’s brows lifted in surprise. “You want to help Luxen?”

  Did I? “The Luxen have been here forever, right? Most of them just want to live their lives like we do.” I thought about what my mom had said. “And there’re bad Luxen just like there’re bad humans. That doesn’t mean all of them are bad.”

  “Right,” he murmured, tilting his head.

  “And I … I don’t want to be on the
wrong side of history, you know?” I felt my cheeks warm.

  Those odd eyes fixed on mine. “You can help by doing what you’re doing. Keeping what I am a secret. Keeping what I do here a secret.”

  I thought there was way more I could be doing. “I’d never tell anyone about this.” I lowered my gaze and thought of something. “Does the task force know what you are? Do they know about Origins?”

  “Very few do. Higher-ups? Yes. The ones who do the raids? Most likely not.”

  I was weirdly reassured about that and I didn’t want to look too closely at the whys. “So, something went wrong with the moving of the Luxen?”

  He nodded. “Someone tipped off the task force. They were ambushed. The family you saw? They were captured.”

  “God.” My stomach twisted. I didn’t like the fact that the dude had choked me, but it sucked hearing that they had been captured. “What about Daemon and Archer?”

  “They got away. They’re actually on their way back here, since they need to lie low before they attempt to go home.”

  “And it’ll be safe for them to come here?” I asked. “You guys were raided.”

  “I’d rather shoulder that risk than their homes be jeopardized.”

  I opened my mouth, but I didn’t know what to say to that. That was brave and crazy.

  “We’ll be okay here,” he said, walking over and sitting beside me. “We’ll always be okay.”

  I glanced at him. “Always?”

  “Always,” he repeated. He’d leaned toward me at some point. Or maybe I’d leaned toward him. I wasn’t sure. But there were only a few inches separating us. “I heard that the missing girl was found.”

  “She was.” Looking away, I cleared my throat. “I saw her. Not close up, but I saw her eyes. They were burned out, Luc, and she’d been placed in her car, in the middle of the parking lot. She’d been left there like—”

  “Like someone wanted her to be found that way. Just like with the other girl.”

  I nodded. “The public thinks it’s a Luxen.”